Maybe you got screwed but I dumped you 'cause you ain't nothin' but trash I put out despite the fact that you're like a hawaiian punch moustache Right under my nose thinking I'm so colonel klink oblivious But how could I nazi? you got off scot-free 'cause I know this means it
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Maybe it ain't your birthday but then again Ya know I wouldn't give a fuck When what I shoulda got is over ya sooner so now I'm just gonna wrap it up
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